[Intro]

Baby, oh, my little baby

I'm no stranger, no-no strange—

[Verse 1]

She was a stranger, a mysterious soul

I couldn't read her

She got the eyes of a ghost

Too far to walk back to my hotel down in Brooklyn

Hoping that nobody's looking for me

She says she got a boyfriend, but she wants to get a drink

It's not the weekend and she got a class for Ivy League

She's just a stranger, but it seems as if she doesn't want to be

[Chorus]

Ooh, tell me what you want

The barista has no patience

And my parka's in the car

Ooh, tell me what you're on

I can tell you're somewherе else

You're slipping in and out of

In and out of thought

[Post-Chorus]

Thought, thought, thought, thought

Thought, thought, da-da-da-da

Thought, thought, thought, thought

Thought, thought, da-da-da-da

Thought, thought, thought, thought

Thought, thought, da-da-da-da

[Verse 2]

Shе says she hopes I'm doing well

That I'm incredible to see

Can't lie, heart skipped a beat

When I saw her through a shrouded veil

But she like a wolf in sheep's wool, she tryna play it cool

As if we go way back as friends, she tryna make some sort of sense

Why the hell we in this parking lot talking 'bout things we never did?

Throwback to my busboy days

Back when I had a forty-hour week and a shitshow pay

Laid off on the weekend

Swam so far, but everybody tweaking

I just wanna sleep all day

[Chorus]

Ooh, tell me what you want

The barista has no patience

And my parka's in the car

Ooh, tell me what you're on

I can tell you're somewhere else

You're slipping in and out of

In and out of thought

[Post-Chorus]

Thought, thought, thought, thought

Thought, thought, da-da-da-da

Thought, thought, thought, thought

Thought, thought, da-da-da-da

Thought, thought, thought, thought

Thought, thought, da-da-da-da

[Bridge]

Complimenting my life

Eyes glued to my body

Says she's sorry for the fallout

Been on Xans and testing molly

Maybe this time, I might fade

Fall into former ways

Somebody tell somebody I'm not capable of change

[Verse 3]

She from Manhattan but I smell the cap from down in Staten

She want the seven-figure package, I'm not finished packing

I used to think I didn't want to chase the bag

But a sellout with no soul is a king to what I had

Fucking this bitch, met on the internet

She sucking dick, no one I ever met

My money big, my attitude feminine

Call me a bitch 'cause I smell like cinnamon

But I've been working harder in silence

Half of these people never seen violence

Half of the shit that I say is timeless, and rhymeless

And I've been out of— fuck

[Chorus]

Ooh, tell me what you want (Man, tell me what you want)

The barista has no patience

And my parka's in the car (My parka's in the car)

Ooh, tell me what you're on (Tell me what you're on)

I can tell you're somewhere else

You're slipping in and out of

In and out of thought

[Post-Chorus]

Thought, thought, thought, thought

Thought, thought, da-da-da-da (Tell me what you want)

Thought, thought, thought, thought

Thought, thought, da-da-da-da

Thought, thought, thought, thought

Thought, thought, da-da-da-da

[Outro]

Baby, oh, my little baby

I'm no stranger, no-no strange—